Many a Jill goes up life's hill without a Jack at all, at all. <br />And many a time she has a spill but no one sees her fall, her fall. <br />And up she jumps and smiles again and smooths the creases from her gown; <br />and no Jack soothes her hurt and pain, and no Jack mends her broken crown. <br />It's not so bad to bump one's head when Jack comes tumbling after! <br />Where there was one, there's two instead -and two enjoy good laughter. <br />But oh! 'tis hard to climb alone, heavy indeed the water-pail. <br />Never a sign from Jill nor moan; no one will ever see her fail. <br />So, Mother Goose, please write a rhyme for Jackless Jill and the load she bears; <br />working so bravely all the time, with me to halve her griefs and cares. <br />Tell her there's beauty round the bend, although the road is steep and long. <br />Help her to sing unto the end Jackless Jill's courageous song.<br /><br />Wilhelmina Stitch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jackless-jill/
